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Rh In quiet Shades, content with rural Sports, Give me a Life, remote from guilty Courts, Where free from Hopes, or Fears, in humble Ease Unheard of I may live and die in Peace. Happy the Man who thus retir'd from Sight, Studies himself, and seeks no other Light; But most unhappy he, who sits on high, Expos'd to ev'ry Tongue, and ev'ry Eye, Whose Follies, blaz'd about, to all are known, And are a Secret to himself alone: Worse is an evil Fame, much worse than none.

HLOE's the Wonder of her Sex,
 * 'Tis well her Heart is tender;

How might such killing Eyes perplex,
 * With Virtue to defend her!

But Nature, graciously inclin'd,
 * Not bent to vex but please us,

Has to her boundless Beauty join'd
 * A boundless Will to ease us.



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